Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.